Rain on a Tin Roof sounds like Applause

I can hear silent screams
from silent dreams,
By people who look awake,
But talk sleep-like.

I could whistle an outta-tune song
for a second,
Or a minute, but not too long.
I tend to forget the words.

Looks so warm, but feels so cold.
Deception takes me over.

Bite my tongue, fall on my sword.
A bitter reception greets me.

I recite scribe meaningless,
full of repetitiveness.
But you listen,
And I’ll never take that back.

I wish people paid attention
Like the sky - never-forgetting.

I want the weather to shed
A little light on the situation.